Calculated Risk (Blackbridge Security 5)

“I didn’t mean to hurt your friend.”

Quinten shakes his head like it doesn’t even matter as his strong hands cup both sides of my face.

“No more work,” he says.

“No more,” I agree.

“Marry me.”

“Of course.”

“Soon,” he demands.

“Tomorrow,” I agree without hesitation.

Chapter 37

Quinten

“You may now kiss the bride.”

The small crowd roars, the sound echoing around us in the hotel ballroom as I dip my angel and press my mouth to hers.

I smile against her lips, a promise of all the things to come before my eyes flutter closed and I kiss her for real.

Hoots and whistles fade away, and I’m seconds from ripping her pretty dress off when a throat clearing reminds me that we’re in public and getting busy with an audience will never be my thing.

Hayden’s cheeks are fire-engine red when she blinks up at me.

“Scandalous,” Parker whispers as she hands Hayden back her bouquet of flowers.

Hand in hand, I walk my new bride down the aisle, scooping her up and carrying her into a dark, quiet room off to the side of the ballroom.

“Now?” She giggles as I dig through the twelve hundred layers of her dress.

“Told you I was going to need inside of you the second you became mine.”

“I’ve been yours for a while,” she whispers, her fingers scrambling to find the hidden zipper of my tuxedo pants. “Did I tell you just how sexy you are in a suit?”

“Yes,” I whisper against her lips as I position myself at her entrance. “Thirty minutes before the ceremony, right before you dropped to your knees insisting on sucking the nerves right out of me.”

The bare head of my cock is already leaking with anticipation.

“God, I love your dirty mouth.” She gasps, her jaw hanging open when I slide inside of her. “Open for me, baby. That’s it. Legs up high. Fuck, I love how tight you are for me.”

“Quinten,” she moans. “I can’t be quiet. Everyone will know what we’re—mmm.”

I smile against her mouth, hips moving my cock in and out of her.

“You made me wait,” I remind her.

“We had sex this morning… twice.”

“To marry me,” I clarify. “You made me wait.”

“Three weeks. Only three—I’m going to come. Shit. I’m going to—”

I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her breathy moan as her internal muscles begin to ripple down my cock.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Milk me dry.”

I pulse inside of her, my seed unrestricted for the very first time, and let me say, it was so worth the wait.

“I’m going to do that every day for the rest of your life,” I promise, my lips making a trail down her neck.

“Prom—”

I clamp my hand on hers when the door to the room opens. I’m not concerned about getting caught, but I also don’t want my new bride to be embarrassed.

“Shh,” I whisper in her ear, knowing we’re tucked away in the middle of three towers of stacked tables and chairs. We won’t be seen unless someone is actually looking for us or turns on the light. It’s not like I can exactly hide my frame very easily.

“This has to stop,” a woman hisses.

A familiar chuckle rings out around the room, and my ears perk up.

“I have to stop? I’m not the one seeking you out, Parker.”

Hayden freezes under me, and all of my suspicions since we ran into Parker in the parking garage at my building weeks ago are confirmed.

Hayden hasn’t mentioned her friend other than Parker has been distant lately, so I never opened my mouth to voice my own concerns.

“Nothing to say? If you don’t want to keep this up, then stop showing up at my condo in the middle of night.” Even in the darkness, I can see a large shadow stalk toward another smaller shadow, their outlines lit only by the EXIT sign above the door. “I’m not pursuing you. It’s the other way around.”

“Like I’d ever—”

Her words are cut off with a kiss that makes my body respond only because we’re not supposed to be witnessing it.

A slap rings out, and Parker pushes back out of the door just as Jude’s hand touches a spot on his cheek.

“Oh my God,” Hayden hisses into my palm.

A slow smile spreads across Jude’s face as he straightens the lapel on his suit jacket before leaving the room.

“That explains so much,” Hayden whispers even though we’re now alone in the room.

“I think you should lie down,” I tell her.

She slaps at my chest. “We have guests, you big oaf.”

“Knees to your chest for thirty minutes,” I insist playfully.

“Later,” she says with her hand out. “Give me your handkerchief.”

I pull the fabric from my pocket and pass it over, my cock going rigid again at the sight of my wife wiping my cum from between her legs.

“Really?” she asks as I begin to stroke up and down my length.